V
Vermiciro
Guest
Original poster
It was going to be a riot. Upon watching her copilot spit in disgust, Judith choked back a laugh. It sputtered from her until eventually she couldn't restrain her amusement. She cackled, pounding the wheel with the heel of her hand as she did. It was just too good. Not because Callie was revolted, or how her face expressed the experience, but because Judith knew exactly what she was going through.
Memories of youthful nescience and adult stupidity came back to her. The bitter astringency of gin making her tongue retract in revulsion. And the cheap tequila when she was sixteen that she couldn't even drink because the smell alone nearly made her vomit. Judith sighed. Somehow suffering made the sweetest memories and the best stories.
"That was cute." she admitted. "But it didn't count 'cause you spat it. If you brought something to wash it down, help yourself to it between drinks. Might make it easier for you." Judith suggested.
Memories of youthful nescience and adult stupidity came back to her. The bitter astringency of gin making her tongue retract in revulsion. And the cheap tequila when she was sixteen that she couldn't even drink because the smell alone nearly made her vomit. Judith sighed. Somehow suffering made the sweetest memories and the best stories.
"That was cute." she admitted. "But it didn't count 'cause you spat it. If you brought something to wash it down, help yourself to it between drinks. Might make it easier for you." Judith suggested.